In addition to being a metalhead, I’m also a curmudgeon. I freely admit that. I like my privacy. Sunday morning hubby and I were having a conversation in the kitchen, and apparently we missed someone knocking at the front door. My youngest son was quick to point out that neither one of us heard the door. (I also had earbuds in at the time so I have an excuse). Either way, we never answer the door.
I’ve been thinking that I really need to get a loud dog or put a sign up or something. We used to have one that said, “Never mind the dog, beware of the owner”, and it had a graphic of a big, angry man. I find anyone coming door to door is either an annoyance or a big fat pain in the backside.
I never buy anything sold at my front door. I don’t eat Girl Scout cookies or Boy Scout popcorn. Sorry. I just don’t. Take those things in to work, and bother your co-workers with it. When I did buy them, I bought them from friends’ children who I knew. I won’t buy from strangers’ kids or strange kids. I was out front with my oldest son when one guy pulled up in front of my house, parked his van and got out with his kid. The father then proceeded to tell my son that his kid was selling candy. “No, thank you.” He didn’t even live around here. If the neighbors’ kids were to ask, I would consider it because I know the kids.
I don’t want to participate in any fundraisers. I’ll choose who I give to, and I don’t have cash on me. I only carry plastic these days. When my boys had to do school fundraisers, I used to make up people and buy a bunch of things myself. I never bothered others with it. My kids didn’t need to be the top seller and win some cheesy prize, and yours don’t need to either. And, when the schools use it to offset the cost of some outing, just man up and fork over your own cash. I did.
I am not interested in a different religion. The one I have works just fine for me. I don’t need anyone to tell me I need siding, a new driveway, trees trimmed, gutters cleaned, etc. I know all of that. I don’t want to shake hands with any slimy politicians. I’m already a registered voter. I know where my polling place is, and if I choose to vote, I will. Nothing you can say to me face to face is going to change my mind, and I don’t want your slick printed handouts.
“Please do not knock on my door unless the world is ending or the neighborhood is on fire. I am not buying anything sold door to door. I already have a religion. I am a registered voter and I will make up my own mind about voting. Have a good day, and now get off of my step.”
Would that be out of line? Probably, huh?
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